People used to make fun of me a lot in school. The things that set me apart are my heritage, and my hair color. I was born in Sweden, and I moved to America when I was six. Everybody back then had blond hair, so the only thing that really made me stick out was my accent. I did like being noticed, but I hit a huge low when pretty much everybody's hair changed to brown or black. I stuck out like a sore thumb, and anybody that talked to me called me a dumb blond, even though I was one of the three highest scoring mathematics in my class (The third-place one copied off me all the time, but I was just glad that he didn't call me names). They also began calling me a bone-headed viking, and that I would probably rape any girls that I dated. Now people call me gay because I like to dress fashionably, and I actually care about how I look. Weird, right?
I hated everyone that talked to me that way, so I started fighting, and that just led me down more wrong paths until I decided that I would set the record straight to anyone that called me names. Now when people call me names in the hall, I follow them and talk directly to their faces. I tell them the entire story behind why I look the way I look, and that I'm not dumb, I'm not violent at all (In fact, I've become a pacifist from seeing first-hand the product of violence), and I just care about how I look because I'm not a brutish hillbilly that doesn't wash.
